Buggity Buggity Bug

Due to a certain (*COUGH*marcus*COUGH*) person's incessant naggings and buggings and rantings for the past half an hour, I have been verbally prodded into blogging. *mutters inaudibly and shakes a fist (No, it's not all that tiny and ineffectual. All right, maybe it is kind of small, but not that ineffectual, really.)*

All right, so what shall I talk about today? Ah yes, Doris and I had our own version of a Movie Marathorn at my house where we watched Korea Dramas and the whole of Grey's Anatomy Season One. I should be lamenting over the loss of precious time that could be spent doing my homework or revising. Well, the keyword is "should be".

And I did try to read up that 11 pages long article about how Gene Therapy can help people with Haemophilia.

Inner voice: But you only read a frickin' paragraph!
*Cringe* Guilty as charged.

You know what? I don't really know what to write in this blog post. And I really want to cut my hair. That was so random, but whatever. And well, I'm pooped and I need my sleep.

(No, this is not a very short post, Marc. Haha.)